Let’s Stop Perfectly Curating Our Lives

I don’t want reality to have a filter setting.

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She hid the moments of depression. She retreated when it was bad. Because no one wants to see that.

One of my most vulnerable moments over the last year and a half happened on social media. I was not holding life together well. I had done what my friend had done. Perfectly curated the image of strength and well being. I did it so well I almost believed myself.

I always broke down where no one could see me. That day it was in my car.

I was crying so hard I had to pull over onto the side of the freeway.

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We are in woeful need of vulnerability. It rarely exists in social media. I crave it. I want to see everyone’s reality. Not the one they’ve filtered.

I’m not talking about a makeup free selfie that took eight tries to get to the point where you felt someone’s Noxzema fresh face was palatable. I’m talking the messy imperfection that is the beauty of life.

My actual dinner was a egg and cheese sandwich I ate off of a Christmas plate because it was easy. I ate it in bed because I really like my bed and I wanted to be comfy while I wrote.

I posted it anyway. It was my reality and I was totally okay with it. There was a level of authenticity I was proud of. As an added bonus, I told everyone my appetizer was a spoonful of chunky peanut butter I had dunked in a bag of chocolate chips.

Flaming pinball, nerd, music lover, wine snob, horrible violin player. No, I won’t stop taking pictures of my drinks. vanessaltorre@gmail.com IG: vanessaltorre

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